It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile

My crown is in my heart, not on my head.

This is the short and the long of it.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has; but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.

O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.